Counterattack System appeared when I m already At The Mahayana Realm - Chapter 581

Chapter 581: Chapter 580: Singing

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Using this thing as an alarm clock would work great. Whoever hears it would definitely spring up, engaging in a battle of wills with the alarm clock, waking up at once.

Music Immortal Shenian suspected Jiang Li’s music skills were actually poor, but on second thought, even a random play could not be this unbearable, could it?

Maybe this monk did it on purpose, deliberately creating harsh melodies.

Boldly, Music Immortal Shenian speculated that he was a master of the musical path who chose to hide his talents.

Music Immortal Shenian let Jiang Li pass the first test.

Music Immortal Shenian was very tolerant towards monks. As long as they were serious about creating music and not plagiarizing like the first one, she would generally let them pass.

“The Music Immortal often sighs that it’s easy to compose music but difficult to find an appreciator. Sometimes, even two monks who study music can’t understand each other, tarnishing the elegant path of music, which is a pity. The second test is about coordination and understanding. You will form pairs, one will compose and the other will sing. The lyrics should be related to the things around you.”

“Preparation time is one and a half hour.”

“Shall we team up temporarily?” Jiang Li approached Yu Yin. The Ruyi Gourd quickly shook its head. Joking aside, it would team up with anyone but him.

Moreover, if the master can’t find a team, it can team up with me.

Yu Yin pressed down the strong-willed Ruyi Gourd and said indifferently, “If you insist, then it’s fine.”

Yu Yin continued, “Will you compose or sing?”

“I’ll compose. I just started learning about the path of music. My singing is not that good.” Jiang Li said. He had only been practicing for five hundred years. In terms of the Mahayana lifespan, this was indeed considered as just starting.

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“Really? I remember your singing is not bad. The Human Emperor always praises you.” Yu Yin glanced at Jiang Li, a smile tingeing the corner of her eye.

Jiang Li, who said these words, didn’t blush at all when he replied, “It’s just the Human Emperor favoring me.”

Yu Yin remembered an event not long after the three of them became candidates for the Human Emperor. Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu, these two prodigies, had already revealed their quick thinking in the Human Emperor trial.

At that time, the Human Emperor hadn’t regretted letting these two grandchildren be the candidates for the Human Emperor.

During the grand festival, the two accompanied the lonely old Human Emperor to celebrate the festival, with Yu Yin following behind.

At that time, the lights were dazzling and the festive atmosphere was very strong. Even the prices of goods had risen by sixty percent.

The usually noisy Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu were behaving so well, making the Human Emperor burst into laughter.

He was so happy that he had a little drink and said Jiang Li and Bai Hongtu were promising materials. Although they were lively, essentially they were good kids who should learn more from Yu Yin.

Both agreed happily.

Jiang Li said, definitely, definitely.

Bai Hongtu said, next time, definitely.

Jiang Li then suggested that it was a lively moment, why not he perform a song for the old Human Emperor.

Bai Hongtu eagerly agreed, saying Jiang Li had an exceptional talent in the path of music. After Bai Hongtu heard it, he couldn’t help but shake his body on the tree. The old man must listen.

Yu Yin quietly put on the earplugs.

The old Human Emperor was happy and agreed.

As soon as Jiang Li sang a line, the drunkenness of the old Human Emperor was sobered up.

After singing for a while, the old Human Emperor quickly covered Jiang Li’s mouth, praising his melodious singing and powerful vocal strength. He advised him not to sing unless there was a special need.

If the old Human Emperor allowed them to continue singing, he was afraid that the shop owner would drive them all out.

“Jiang Emperor, do you know? In the Heavenly Tribulation, there is a difficult stage called Sound Tribulation.” The Ruyi Gourd said while pouring Thunder Tribulation Liquid from the gourd’s mouth. This was Yu Yin’s favourite, which tasted tingly, very delicious.

The premise is that one’s cultivation is good enough.

“Sound tribulation?” Jiang Li didn’t seem to remember encountering it.

“Sound tribulation is a peculiar kind of difficulty during the tribulation. When crossing the tribulation, evil sounds confuse the Dao’s heart, making the cultivator lose the will to cross the tribulation, leading to failure.”

“What’re you trying to say?”

“I’m saying that compared to you, the Sound Tribulation is nothing.”

Yu Yin tapped the gourd, “Keep your mouth clean. Even if you’re speaking the truth, you should mind your words.”

“Alright, master.”

Yu Yin took out two glasses, poured one for herself, and gave the other to Jiang Li.

She thought for a while, called Luo Ying and Luo Zhu over and gave them both a glass of Thunder Tribulation Liquid that had its potency reduced to the max.

Both of them, as if they had received a treasure, cautiously took a sip, feeling like there were thunderbolts rolling in their mouths.

Seeing this, they hurriedly sat down to refine the liquid. After refining, they took another sip.

They were pleasantly surprised to find that the Thunder Tribulation Liquid could help them enhance their physical strength and shorten their ascetic practices. Even the most superior physical training treasure could not be better.

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In an hour and a half, many monks were dissatisfied with their partners. They thought the other’s composition was so bad that it was unbearable, it would be better if they composed themselves.

After composing themselves, the other party would say that their composition was bad and the two could not cooperate.

Some people were not satisfied with the object of their composition and singing. Someone wanted to take the Spirit Stone as the theme, his teammates said it was too vulgar. The teammate wanted to take the mountains and forests as the theme, but he said it was feigned elegance and had no new ideas. So, the two couldn’t work together either.

This kind of situation occurred mostly among people who knew each other. Strangers, considering that it was a temporary team-up, would give in. But among those who knew each other, there was absolutely no intention to consider the other’s feelings.

Music Immortal Shenian shook her head gently. Every time the Melodic Mystery Domain was opened, she encountered a lot of such situations.

There were too many arrogant musicians who thought themselves superior and looked down on others.

Some sang of the grit shown by a drop of water breaking through a stone, some sang of the greatness and vigor associated with deserts, and some sang of the regret over the unstoppable flow of time.

The unique performances showcased here showed that the paired teams could all cooperate with each other.

Luo Ying wrote the lyrics, Luo Zhu sang.

Luo Zhu had a melodious voice, akin to an oriole, agile and melodious. Many music cultivators envied Luo Zhu’s natural talent in music.

Anyone with discerning eyes could see that Luo Zhu was a rough gemstone. With a little guidance, she could shine brightly on the path of music.

Luo Zhu sang about the wind, her voice a fitting match for the song theme. Music Immortal Shenian was pleased listening and let the siblings pass the test.

“Do I really have to sing this?” Yu Yin, for the first time, appeared to be struggling a bit with Jiang Li’s composed song.

“You gotta trust my taste, this song will definitely get us through.”

“Change it.”

“Change what? I think this one’s pretty good. You should just sing it.”

Ruyi Gourd swayed its body, backing Jiang Li, “Master, you should sing, now I want to listen to your singing.”

Yu Yin glared at Jiang Li. Why on earth did she team up with this guy?

She would be better off teaming up with a pig than with Jiang Li.

Yu Yin’s cheeks flushed slightly. She cleared her throat and softly sang:

“Gourd Boy, Gourd Boy, on one vine grows seven flowers. Unafraid of wind blowing and rain pouring, la la la la la…..”

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